The Voice of Praise ‎#916

916. Stand, th' Omnipotent decree

1 Stand, th' Omnipotent decree,
Jehovah's will be done!
Nature's end we wait to see,
And hear her final groan.
Let this earth dissolve, and blend
In death the wicked and the just;
Let those pond'rous orbs descend,
And grind us into dust.

2 Rests secure the righteous man;
At his Redeemer's beck,
Sure t' emerge and rise again,
And mount above the wreck;
Lo! the heavenly spirit towers
Like flames o'er nature's funeral pyre;
Triumphs in immortal powers,
And claps his wings of fire.

3 Nothing that the just to lose
By worlds on worlds destroyed;
Far beneath his feet he views,
With smiles, the flaming void;
Sees this universe renewed--
The grand millennial reign begun;
Shouts, with all the sons of God,
Around the eternal throne.

4 Resting in this glorious hope,
To be at last restored,
Yield we now our bodies up
To earthquake, plague, or sword;
Listening for the call divine,
The latest trumpet of the seven,
Soon our soul and form shall join,
And both fly up to heaven.

Text Information

• First Line: Stand, th' Omnipotent decree
• Author: C. Wesley
• Meter: 7s & 6s. P
• Publication Date: 1873
• Scripture:
  2 Peter 3:10
• Topic: Resurrection and Judgment; Security of the Righteous

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